After the incident in Iraq I found myself at the end of my rope, contemplating the taste of my 9mm. That’s when he found me; they found me.

The Boneyard Brotherhood took me in, gave me purpose. My life became about my bike, my brothers, my freedom. But there was something missing.

That something came walkin’ in the door of our club, wantin’ to serve papers to Teddy, the man who brought me to the Brotherhood. She was meek, conservative, shy. What she didn’t know was that she was also going to be mine.

Once I laid eyes on Madi I knew I had to have her, her curves, her subdued smile, the way her face flushed when I called her Sweetcheeks. But before I could make her mine, I had to convince her to look past the tattooed biker image she was afraid of and find the real me.